The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithCundall & Addey, 1851 - 134 páginas |
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... Twas certain he could write and cypher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides presage , And even the story ran that he could gauge . In arguing , too , the parson own'd his skill , For even though vanquish'd , he could argue ...
... Twas certain he could write and cypher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides presage , And even the story ran that he could gauge . In arguing , too , the parson own'd his skill , For even though vanquish'd , he could argue ...
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... Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's- But in parting with these I was puzzled again , With the how , and the who , and the where , and the when : There's Howard , and Coley , and Hogarth , and Hiff— I think they love ...
... Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's- But in parting with these I was puzzled again , With the how , and the who , and the where , and the when : There's Howard , and Coley , and Hogarth , and Hiff— I think they love ...
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... twas his fate , unemploy'd , or in place , sir— To eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honest William , whose heart was a mint . While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't : Mr. T. Townshend , Member ...
... twas his fate , unemploy'd , or in place , sir— To eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honest William , whose heart was a mint . While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't : Mr. T. Townshend , Member ...
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... Twas only that when he was off , he was acting . With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : Though secure of our hearts , yet confoundedly sick , If they were not his own by finessing ...
... Twas only that when he was off , he was acting . With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : Though secure of our hearts , yet confoundedly sick , If they were not his own by finessing ...
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... Twas so for me that Edwin did , And so for him will I. " " Forbid it , heaven ! " the hermit cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide- ' Twas Edwin's self that prest . " Turn , Angelina , ever dear ...
... Twas so for me that Edwin did , And so for him will I. " " Forbid it , heaven ! " the hermit cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide- ' Twas Edwin's self that prest . " Turn , Angelina , ever dear ...
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Página 93 - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Página 44 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Página 32 - And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Página 40 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 31 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm...
Página 42 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Página 72 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. "For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow, Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good-will.
Página 36 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 74 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Página 16 - That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Their level life is but a...